1. Just Another Day
It’s the year of 3035. The world is not what it once was, it’s beautiful golden meadows with flowers of every color were trampled to dust during the first riots years ago. The tall trees with branches seemingly reaching to the sky, all cut down so there was nowhere we could hide. The dead brown grass glistened with fresh blood. Even the sparkling blue streams that once ran with crisp cool water now ran black with synthetic oil. Or so I was told often from travelers, but I wasn’t sure I believed them.
I was born after all the destruction and killing had begun so this version of the world was really the only thing I knew to be true. No matter what town you went to you would always find corpses littering the ground, from the latest humans that had been annihilated for their so-called crimes… Yeah you heard right. A monstrous new race was killing off the human race.
Rumors were the beasts were taller than buildings and just as fierce with out feelings of any kind, or even a heart. There ‘skin’ was supposedly made of an unearthly metal with beautiful and intricate designs carved into them. The few who had faced them and survived claimed that the metal could not be punctured.
Now I was safe away from all this anarchy, hidden away in a little town hardly anyone knew. Jamestown it was called. Soon as the news reached the hick town they grabbed their guns slinging them haphazardously over a shoulder, riding valantley off to war on their dinky little fourwheelers and inside their rusted old pick up trucks. I couldn’t blame them though the town was one of the worst i’ve been in. The black paved roads were lined with potholes and gnarly weeds grew out of the shade of the ditch creeping out onto the road sinking it’s roots into the fresh ground beneath the torn up concrete. Most of the buildings were intact, but no one dared stay in them because they were crumbling and could collapse at any second. Yet despite all the suffering, destruction, and the utter hopelessness people still clung to life with all the energy they had left. as if they could change anything. I on the other hand hated hope and faith, for when a man was dying it just prolonged his torture making him believe he could live when in reality he didn't have a chance.